The Emporia weekly news. [volume] (Emporia, Kan.) 1881-1889, 1887-12-22

nad decreased On the French side: aIl
as once Il ceased completelY. Papa
fIerre had no more cartridges left.
ne opened his door. entered his
caDln, threw glance on the likeness
or his granddaugh ter, then on q wooden
crgelfix and awaited the enemy.
One by one the Germans climbed
over the barricade.
All. there he is. the old devil. ex-
claimed 9 six-foot corporal II was sure
OF seeing him firing aG us.
That corporal. Hermann by name.
1ad been q workman in the village of
Chaiile for years, and he knew every
1nhabitant Intimately
A colonel pushing his way through
nus soldiers, said to Papa Pierre:
Show your hands, man"
The old man showed his hands.
They were black with powder.
XIII him." yelled the officer.
Hermann thrust his bayonet in the
breast of the old man. A moment
Papa Pierre staggered on his legs, then
fell face downward.
The brave patriot, the valiant soldier
was dead.
''Quick-bring some straw cried
the officer. t'Let US burn this village
as we did Bazeille. That will teach a
lesson to those rascals of Frenchmen. !"
III.
Hermann had not left the house, He
lighted candle and descended into
the cellar.
Ali ha! He was to get good drink
OF Papa Pierre's wine. The old
scoundrel; so it was he who had re-
sisted his comrades so long and killed
not few of them. He had no regret
for having assassinated a defenceless
enemy, the man who protected his
home. Had he not refused him the
hand Of his granddaughter and prom
ised it to Francois, a soldier of the Third
ZouavesP In regard to him Hermann
had Joined the German army-as he
was in duty bound to do, being Ger
mamie had always wished for thing
which was to return in the village
where he had found hospitality and
work when he was in need of both to
settle his account with Papa Pierre, the
vine dresser.
And his wish had been granted.
He was in the middle of his joyful
reflections when he heard somebody
calling Hermann! HERMANN He
recognized the voice of Jacqueline,
who, regaining her senses, had re-
fused to follow the captain and his men.
and had returned in search of her
grandfather from the top of the ladder
conducting to the cellar. She was look
ing inside and saw the assassin COR
poral, whom she knew well.
Hermann, in the name of God, did
you see my grandfather"
''Well, yes, did. Now, will you
be my Wife?" asked he, drinking from
bottle that he had taken in the
cellar.
''Oh, Hermann, tell me where he
lisp"
.'Where he isP Mydear and hand
some Frenchwoman, if they have not
changed his resting place it is there on
the floor near the table, where l
stretched him out with my bayonet."
He tried to climb up the ladder,
loaded with bottles.
''Oh, miserable wretch exclaimed
Jacqueline.
Quicker thar the wind, at the
moment when his head appeared at the
level of the floor, she took him by his
long beard and threw him back into the
cellar. Then she shut the heavy trap
door, put across the heavy iron bar
that was used to fasten it and went
out.
'tWho is that womane" said the
colonel. ARREST her and let us CO."
The incendiary began. From the four
corners of the village the flames as
cended towards heaven.
When they were about 800 yards
from the village they stopped and a
first sergeant read The roll call.
All answered their names but one
Hermann!
where is that brutep" asked an
officer.
Many answered that they had seen
him in the girls home.
Bring her here" commanded the
colonel.
When Jacqueline stood before that
officer he said to her in French;
DO you know where is a corporal
who remained in your house?"
She answered not.
Ten volunteers hereI Tie that girl
and load your muskets."
The muskets were loaded.
''Aimt ordered the officer.
"Wiil you speak now, Frenchwo-
manP
Jacqueline threw a glance at the
village in fire. The cabin of her dear
beloved grandfather was heap of
ashes.
Eyes. now will answer you. Your
orIgano OF corporal is in grandfather's
cellar, in which have locked him up"
''Fire!"
And Jacqueline fell as her grand.
father did, face downward.
But she had avenged him.
May God grant me to live long
enough to avenge heri-TronsEoted
from French for the N. 7. Graphic.
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